Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Can,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
UT,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.